NFA:Additional comment: I have access to a printer which makes labels like bumper stickers. I've thought of going back there and telling them that there is a new political movement to oust congress and impeach Obama. The new political party is called The Lemon Party. I thought it would be hilarious to then hand out bumper stickers saying Proud Member of The Lemon Party.

I remember seeing pictures of Obama with the caption, "Tired of Obama leaving a sour taste in your mouth?" With the lemon party address.

GORDON:Last cruise ship I was on, you could not get a seat in the comedy club because the old people would fill the dark, air conditioned room from dawn until dusk, never leaving, catching all 5 shows, not paying attention to them.

theflatline:Try doing the same thing in any Asian business and watch how fast you will get show the door...

Actually...my friends and I frequent an Asian buffet and sit around for three or four hours just talking and occasionally getting more noodles or chicken teriyaki. When they know you by drink preference, you know you frequent a place.

FLMountainMan:Shostie: NFA: It was one ridiculous claim after another, like a contest of who could tell the greatest Obama lie.

Did I ever tell you about the time Obama went hunting? Well anyway, Obama decides he's gonna hunt down all four members of the Banana Splits. He stalks and kills every one of them with a machete. They all begged for their lives, except Fleegle.

I heard Obama has a toenail on the end of his penis.

Well I heard that at Obama's bachelor party, he ate the entire cake before they could tell him there was a stripper in it.

maniacbastard:My dentist's dad and his 70 some year old friends meet every Wednesday at the What-a-Burger in Houston on Main street. They each get a basic what-a-meal fixed how they like it. Then they take turns getting a Beej from the $5 hooker that meets them in the bathroom. Then they talk about that for a while and go home, until next Wednesday.

My dentist's dad is an old perv.

I would be scared shiatless of trusting any part of my body to a hooker from anywhere on Main Street in Houston.

maram500:theflatline: Try doing the same thing in any Asian business and watch how fast you will get show the door...

Actually...my friends and I frequent an Asian buffet and sit around for three or four hours just talking and occasionally getting more noodles or chicken teriyaki. When they know you by drink preference, you know you frequent a place.

You probably tip fairly well, or have some type of internal calculator that evens up the transaction somehow with them in your mind before you leave.

Post age 80 that goes away. Jerky Octos will waste your entire day simply because they have nothing else to live for, and want to subliminally Get Back at everyone in those last remaining years.

A truck in front of me had a bumper sticker, featuring an upside-down American flag and a caption which assured the world that the sticker would be removed once that "socialist" had been removed from office.

RumsfeldsReplacement:I'd really really LIKE to think I'm not at all racist, but Goddamn if the Koreans in New York aren't just the worst.

Depends on the origin. If they are young and from Seoul or a major city, they are pretty decent, and do a better job integrating into mainstream culture better than their peers from mainland China.

The elderly who are fresh off the rice fields have zero ability to function as part of a civilized society are impossible to deal with. Its as if they had no training on being a human. This is across the board for all east asian origins. And if they arent at McDonalds, they are walking around looking for bottles and cans.

maram500:my friends and I frequent an Asian buffet and sit around for three or four hours just talking and occasionally getting more noodles or chicken teriyaki. When they know you by drink preference, you know you frequent a place.

jtown:Management have been forced to call police to move the ever-evolving group on as they are driving away business with customers wanting refunds when they have nowhere to sit.

Shenanigans!

If I walk into a fast food place and every table is full, that's the kind of thing I notice before I order my food. I'll either order my food to go or go somewhere else. I can see a few oblivious people failing to notice before ordering but not enough for it to be a common problem. I have no doubt they're losing money but it's from the people who decide not to order at all, not people who order then demand a refund.

Depends on the design of the building. Restaurants (cafeterias in malls, especially) can appear packed to nearcapacity, but you'll usually find a small table or booth somewhere. It's very rare that a place like McD's is completely full. Patrons demanding refunds might also be an expression of annoyance at the patrons in general in the hopes management will do something.

When I was at University of Ottawa, we'd raid a coffee shop/McD's/Shawarma from time to time, but we would purchase a few things and one of us would always check with the manager/crew chief if it was ok that we chill (usually in the later hours). Never had a problem, if it got busy, or someone asked for our seats, we left.

These people hogging the tables are being rude in the extreme - I'd have no qualms about the service there is they actually had some of those people fined. Just show video evidence, book it, done. Arresting seems like a bit much (when a fine is available), but if they don't get the message - well..

The local McDonald's is populated by the homeless, drug addicts, unemployable and high functioning schizophrenics. They actually hired security guards because of the random bum fights that would break out.

Apparently they buy enough food or coffee that the place doesn't kick them out, since the place is always packed to the gills.

I tried eating there once and got offered oral sex by a meth head chick tweaking big time, and some dude selling ativan. Convenient since I would have needed the ativan had I accepted the beej.

One of my first jobs was at a smorgasbord restaurant. It was an awful job that solidified my hatred of working in the food industry.

On Sundays, every horribly obese family within a 15-mile radius would line up before the doors were opened at 10 AM, and they'd pay their dinner charge (back then, it was $5 per person for an all-you-can-eat place like this) and then they'd stay there until we had to kick them out after 5 PM, when the place closed on Sunday. That's 7 hours they spent eating.

None of them left before 5 PM. They plopped their 400-pound asses down and stayed there, grazing all day. They made a horrible mess. They piled up plates on the table, on the floors, and on chairs. They mixed every food with every other kind of food. They tried to make milkshakes out of soft-serve ice cream (it doesn't work) and they made gigantic dessert plates that were pie at the bottom, pudding in the middle, and ice cream and toppings on top. They'd load coffee cups with gravy and drink it as a side with their food. They'd grab salad bowls and fill them with Swedish meatballs. They dropped chicken and spare rib bones on the floor underneath their chair-- not just an accidental drop, but ALL of their bones would end up on the floor.

And they'd occasionally barf up all of this before they left, too.

These land-whales were rude, disgusting, awful creatures that made me lose faith in humanity every weekend. They were gross, farting, burping, sloppy, smelly, food-covered, contemptible pigs. They broke the toilet at least twice during my time there-- BROKE. THE. TOILET! Not by clogging them (though that happened, too) but by actually, physically CRACKING the porcelain, or the seats.

And this is why, to this day, when I hear some 450-lb glob of human fat claiming that their problem is "glandular" or "genetic", I roll my eyes and think, "No, your problem is that you never met a morsel of food you wouldn't shove down your gullet."

280 pounds? That might be genetic. 450 pounds? You may have a glandular problem, but you're also not fighting it AT ALL, porky.

If any of those slugs would have just eaten a regular lunch and then gone out to play with their kids, they might not remind me of Mr. Creosote.

For me, this skit was a horrifying documentary... except instead of the guy exploding, it was the toilet in the men's room.

GORDON:I see old people in different McD's frequently during the day, sitting in the booths and drinking their free refills coffee for hours.

Last cruise ship I was on, you could not get a seat in the comedy club because the old people would fill the dark, air conditioned room from dawn until dusk, never leaving, catching all 5 shows, not paying attention to them.

Maybe the excitement killed them. Did you poke one of them to see if they were dead?

NutWrench:A truck in front of me had a bumper sticker, featuring an upside-down American flag and a caption which assured the world that the sticker would be removed once that "socialist" had been removed from office.

I remember thinking, "Socialist? He's not even a liberal."

He's a "progressive" which is sort of like Stalin without the firing squads....

RumsfeldsReplacement:I'd really really LIKE to think I'm not at all racist, but Goddamn if the Koreans in New York aren't just the worst.

I don't know about New York, but in Michigan my best friend in high school (for a while) was half-Korean. His mother met his father during the Korean War, and my friend was the result of that union.

And his mom was a crazy, scary woman. There were times she'd start screaming in Korean and throwing things, and my friend's dad would come into the room, hand us $10 and say "go see a movie" and then close the door behind us with this look... I think it was a combination of desperation, exasperation, resignation, and "not this shiat again".

Many times when I visited and went to the kitchen for a snack or drink, her dinner would still be alive and struggling to get out of the sink where it was trapped. She'd make fun of my friend for not wanting any of her dinner. She apparently cooked the weird food for herself, and made rather bland American food for the rest of the family.

On the other hand, I knew a Korean girl who was lovely and sweet. So I think it's about environment, not race.

stratagos:NFA: LordZorch: While in some cultures this is perfectly normal and acceptable behavior, it isn't in most US locations. I remember having to toss out church groups that would take over the pizzeria I worked at for hours and not spend $40 between the 50 of them.

A couple weeks ago I had my car's transmission serviced. While waiting I walked to a nearby Dunkin Donuts. I ordered a breakfast sandwich and sat down. There was a group of 7 or 8 retirees (all men). Each had only a small coffee in front of them. They shouted and raved about Obama, calling him every imaginable racial epithet. All shouted of course. The N word was used at least once a minute. No one other than myself sat down to eat. I finally got so annoyed with their ignorance that I chose to go out into the cold rather then listen to their hatred. They just said the most ridiculous things, none of with was based in reality. One man shouted that Obama refused to speak with congress and every time congress asked him to speak with them, he refused and dared them to impeach him. He added that congress was a bunch of cowards because they wouldn't take him up on his dare. It was one ridiculous claim after another, like a contest of who could tell the greatest Obama lie. Of course every sentence contained a very loud F-bomb or the N word or something like that.

Yet, the business owner did nothing.

Not taking the side of the derp brigade, but it's *Dunkin freaking Donuts*!

The only reason you were going to sit there was because you were trapped; it's not exactly a place people tend to go for sit down meals.

The old men were there because their wives gave them the boot for the morning; can't blame them.

ZeroCorpse:RumsfeldsReplacement: I'd really really LIKE to think I'm not at all racist, but Goddamn if the Koreans in New York aren't just the worst.

I don't know about New York, but in Michigan my best friend in high school (for a while) was half-Korean. His mother met his father during the Korean War, and my friend was the result of that union.

And his mom was a crazy, scary woman. There were times she'd start screaming in Korean and throwing things, and my friend's dad would come into the room, hand us $10 and say "go see a movie" and then close the door behind us with this look... I think it was a combination of desperation, exasperation, resignation, and "not this shiat again".

Many times when I visited and went to the kitchen for a snack or drink, her dinner would still be alive and struggling to get out of the sink where it was trapped. She'd make fun of my friend for not wanting any of her dinner. She apparently cooked the weird food for herself, and made rather bland American food for the rest of the family.

On the other hand, I knew a Korean girl who was lovely and sweet. So I think it's about environment, not race.

Oh crap, you just described my 'old Korean woman' coworker. Well, I don't know what she fixes herself at home, but everything else matches.

At first, I was thinking this is no big deal because I see groups of old guys doing this same thing at every McD's around town. Then I noticed the one in NY is dealing with the group for about 8 hrs or more. Yeah, they gotta go. After breakfast, they should find another hangout, like a barbershop or something. Maybe if one is a widower, start a club at his place.

SN1987a goes boom:Nadie_AZ: I remember a group of 4 old men who would come in once or twice a week and sit in a booth at a place I worked at back in High School. They'd get nickel coffee (refills if you bought the mug) and sit there and chat for hours. We didn't care as it was always slow and they weren't bothering anyone.

Too bad. I see nothing wrong with hanging out and socializing.

Did you read the article? They had pictures. It's not just 4 old guys sitting at one booth. Its a herd of old people taking up most of the restaurant.

It looks like about ten tables in ONE section of the restaurant alone. None of them have anything besides coffee.

Seems like obnoxious rap or rock played at steadily increasing volume would easily solve this problem.

NutWrench:A truck in front of me had a bumper sticker, featuring an upside-down American flag and a caption which assured the world that the sticker would be removed once that "socialist" had been removed from office.

I remember thinking, "Socialist? He's not even a liberal."

At this point, any politician who doesn't want to take us back to the 19th century qualifies as an extreme left hippie neo-liberal.

Badgerlad:GORDON: I see old people in different McD's frequently during the day, sitting in the booths and drinking their free refills coffee for hours.

Last cruise ship I was on, you could not get a seat in the comedy club because the old people would fill the dark, air conditioned room from dawn until dusk, never leaving, catching all 5 shows, not paying attention to them.

Complaining about old people on a cruise ship is a bit like hanging around a sewage treatmant plant complaining about the smell of shiat, isn't it?

The manager at a coffee shop I used to work at absolutely hated these kind of people. Despite the fact that we were located in a bookstore, she would tell people off for reading in the cafe for more than an hour after buying something. Don't buy anything? You don't get to sit down. Buy a small coffee? You get 15 minutes.

Not sure I would have taken it that far if I were in the same position.

"maniacbastard: My dentist's dad and his 70 some year old friends meet every Wednesday at the What-a-Burger in Houston on Main street. They each get a basic what-a-meal fixed how they like it. Then they take turns getting a Beej from the $5 hooker that meets them in the bathroom. Then they talk about that for a while and go home, until next Wednesday.

ZeroCorpse:One of my first jobs was at a smorgasbord restaurant. It was an awful job that solidified my hatred of working in the food industry.

On Sundays, every horribly obese family within a 15-mile radius would line up before the doors were opened at 10 AM, and they'd pay their dinner charge (back then, it was $5 per person for an all-you-can-eat place like this) and then they'd stay there until we had to kick them out after 5 PM, when the place closed on Sunday. That's 7 hours they spent eating.

None of them left before 5 PM. They plopped their 400-pound asses down and stayed there, grazing all day. They made a horrible mess. They piled up plates on the table, on the floors, and on chairs. They mixed every food with every other kind of food. They tried to make milkshakes out of soft-serve ice cream (it doesn't work) and they made gigantic dessert plates that were pie at the bottom, pudding in the middle, and ice cream and toppings on top. They'd load coffee cups with gravy and drink it as a side with their food. They'd grab salad bowls and fill them with Swedish meatballs. They dropped chicken and spare rib bones on the floor underneath their chair-- not just an accidental drop, but ALL of their bones would end up on the floor.

And they'd occasionally barf up all of this before they left, too.

These land-whales were rude, disgusting, awful creatures that made me lose faith in humanity every weekend. They were gross, farting, burping, sloppy, smelly, food-covered, contemptible pigs. They broke the toilet at least twice during my time there-- BROKE. THE. TOILET! Not by clogging them (though that happened, too) but by actually, physically CRACKING the porcelain, or the seats.

And this is why, to this day, when I hear some 450-lb glob of human fat claiming that their problem is "glandular" or "genetic", I roll my eyes and think, "No, your problem is that you never met a morsel of food you wouldn't shove down your gullet."

280 pounds? That might be genetic. 450 pounds? Y ...

You are a terrific writer. Reminds me out of something like Das Boot. Just with fat people. A food party with fat people. You should copyright this and sell to Hollywood. Well done, sir.

I work at a goodwill store. I don't mind the ones who come in every day and spend 4+ hours just walking round and don't buy something. Most of these people have come to know the employees and will just talk to us as we move around and work without getting in the way. Its the ones that come in with less then 20 min to go before closing and when yo tell them that the store is close and they need to please head up to pay and leave and they tell you no they still have half the store to shop and they are not leaving yet.

ZeroCorpse:RumsfeldsReplacement: I'd really really LIKE to think I'm not at all racist, but Goddamn if the Koreans in New York aren't just the worst.

I don't know about New York, but in Michigan my best friend in high school (for a while) was half-Korean. His mother met his father during the Korean War, and my friend was the result of that union.

And his mom was a crazy, scary woman. There were times she'd start screaming in Korean and throwing things, and my friend's dad would come into the room, hand us $10 and say "go see a movie" and then close the door behind us with this look... I think it was a combination of desperation, exasperation, resignation, and "not this shiat again".

Many times when I visited and went to the kitchen for a snack or drink, her dinner would still be alive and struggling to get out of the sink where it was trapped. She'd make fun of my friend for not wanting any of her dinner. She apparently cooked the weird food for herself, and made rather bland American food for the rest of the family.

On the other hand, I knew a Korean girl who was lovely and sweet. So I think it's about environment, not race.

I wonder how much of your friend's dad's mental space was taken up by the single thought "I could have left this mess back in Korea."

jumac: Its the ones that come in with less then 20 min to go before closing and when yo tell them that the store is close and they need to please head up to pay and leave and they tell you no they still have half the store to shop and they are not leaving yet.

Every service job has something like this. Customers/Clients/Residents etc will always engage you en masse 20 minutes before quitting time. If you're still hourly, be thankful. Once you become salaried, you get paid less the more you work. (At least until you get paid more).

Stinkyy:ZeroCorpse: One of my first jobs was at a smorgasbord restaurant. It was an awful job that solidified my hatred of working in the food industry.

On Sundays, every horribly obese family within a 15-mile radius would line up before the doors were opened at 10 AM, and they'd pay their dinner charge (back then, it was $5 per person for an all-you-can-eat place like this) and then they'd stay there until we had to kick them out after 5 PM, when the place closed on Sunday. That's 7 hours they spent eating.

None of them left before 5 PM. They plopped their 400-pound asses down and stayed there, grazing all day. They made a horrible mess. They piled up plates on the table, on the floors, and on chairs. They mixed every food with every other kind of food. They tried to make milkshakes out of soft-serve ice cream (it doesn't work) and they made gigantic dessert plates that were pie at the bottom, pudding in the middle, and ice cream and toppings on top. They'd load coffee cups with gravy and drink it as a side with their food. They'd grab salad bowls and fill them with Swedish meatballs. They dropped chicken and spare rib bones on the floor underneath their chair-- not just an accidental drop, but ALL of their bones would end up on the floor.

And they'd occasionally barf up all of this before they left, too.

These land-whales were rude, disgusting, awful creatures that made me lose faith in humanity every weekend. They were gross, farting, burping, sloppy, smelly, food-covered, contemptible pigs. They broke the toilet at least twice during my time there-- BROKE. THE. TOILET! Not by clogging them (though that happened, too) but by actually, physically CRACKING the porcelain, or the seats.

And this is why, to this day, when I hear some 450-lb glob of human fat claiming that their problem is "glandular" or "genetic", I roll my eyes and think, "No, your problem is that you never met a morsel of food you wouldn't shove down your gullet."

280 pounds? That might be genetic. 4 ...

If you think this is good, prepare yourself for the ultimate fat-shaming 4chan ripoff subreddit:

There's a story on the morning shows about a coffee shop in London that's dealing with the free wifi suckers by charging for the table. Coffee, tea, and baked goods are free, but you pay for the time that you sit there. I'm not sure how this would work in McD's but it's working for the café.